I got nothin’

You know when your head is full of everything and you are so damn busy you can’t even keep what is important and necessary straight in your mind and instead of doing what is important and necessary you find yourself googling environmentally friendly ways to clean your timber blinds (weak vinegar solution on a sock, you are welcome) and then you notice the washing has been in the machine for two days and wonder when was the last time you showered but OMG there is so much to do and in reality everything that you have to do is of your own making cause you are freaking obsessive when it comes to parties and no one but you notices the little details but OMG you MUST have the perfect shade of silver glitter for that tiny dot above those wands you made out of toothpicks and painted different colours to match the variances of wood grains and do a test run of all the recipes that you have made up to make sure that they are perfect knowing full well that like every other party most of the food doesn’t get eaten and all the twenty somethings that are coming to the party will only be interested in potions corner that is full of alcohol and that reminds you that you have disposable shot glasses in the party cupboard (shut up, everyone has a party cupboard) and maybe you should make pudding shots or jello shots or little cups of vanilla pudding with teeny tiny chocolate chip cookies so they look like a glass of milk and cookies kinda like a midnight snack that Harry and Ron would have at Hogwarts and OMG now you have to go and google whether Harry and Ron had midnight snacks of milk and cookies and you vaguely remember something about Dumbledore being involved and there you are googling bulk Lemon Drop lollies to add to the Honeydukes display.

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Yep, I make party spreadsheets and go a little nuts trying to keep track of everything and get really frustrated at the rest of the family for being all ‘meh’ about the preparations but happy to point out the inconsistencies and bits I’ve missed.

If this post was a colour it would be red, if it were an animal it would be a bee, if it were a drug it would be speed and if it were a person it would that Chatty Cathy girl from Come Dine with Me Canada. This is how I talk to my husband when he gets home from work, and he always tells me to breathe. Just take a minute and breathe, nobody died (thankfully nobody has yet but he’ll feel shit the day he comes home and says that and somebody has died!).
I reckon it’s going to be an awesome party, and seeing as it’s for a group of 20-somethings as long as you get the booze situation right everything else will seem perfect! To them. But that’s why you have booze, so you won’t care on the night!

Wow… reading this was like looking into my mind ten years ago.
Let go. Just let go. People will have fun because of the people, not the details.

The details are fun for we planners, but I found I had to let go of trying to make it perfect at least three days before hand, or I would be miserable and tense and stressing during the whole event that I had let everyone down by not having everything “just so”, when really, what made it fun was a happy, relaxed host (and MOST of the things organised – obviously a food free/activity free event is going to leave people standing around awkwardly)

Based on my own experiences… there is so much in your life that you can’t control, but this you can and that was why I used to get intense about event organisation, for that sheerly beautiful moment of having some control over my life. *hugs*

And then in the aftermath you feel like a dipshit cos half the food is on the floor and the other half left over in your fridge and you have cake for lunch for the next two weeks while you sit and google an environmentally friendly way to remove the red stain from your white floor tiles from those darn jello shots that were the only thing that they completely finished off but you did have 7 so you can’t complain so you wonder if a detox is necessary after all that cake and jello and you turn to google again to find out what detoxes are all the rage but before you get to search you notice an email in your inbox that says Magneto Bold Too has a new post and so naturally you read that first and by the time you’re done you’re feeling all inspired and hungry by some friggin awesome pinterest breakfast ideas so you wander into the kitchen and wonder why your feet seem to be sticking the floor and then look down and BAM! You’re back to the beginning.

Jesus woman. When are you going to set up shop doing this, so you get paid for it? Then you don’t have to clean your house, you can obsess over the details, and people throw money at you. Win-win.
Then wine-wine.
That’s win-win-wine-wine. 😉